(Short post sorry)

Sayto heard the screech, saw the falling bodies, the crumbling castle. Finally it began to sink in, the dark mages castle was under attack. He'd been among the regular grunts when the attack had begun, he wasn't one to hang out with the higher ups. He'd been sat at a table off in the corner of the main entryway, and although the castle was most certainly under attack, Sayto did not move from his chair, choosing instead to see how these Guild Mages fought before acting. 

He watched as the doors of the hall were blown off, scattering a handful of grunts across the floor. His hands began to crackle with electricity, could these be the ones to spark his release? Perhaps, however, if he was going to make a move to get out of this place, he'd have to do it soon. If these attackers failed and he tried to escape this guild, he'd more than likely be killed. But if these attackers succeeded and he'd not made an attempt to get away, he'd be thrown in prison with these scumbags. For now he just sat and watched as one by one the grunts fell to these mages, knowing that the greater of two battles was going to start soon